a greater good

written during a magnificent thunderstorm ... and thoughts of a blue-eyed dreamer who saw a world through the eyes of Jesus. one who took a piece of me for his own in the wake of unspeakable tragedy.

She stands by his side

listening,

tears falling as diffused  moments upon

his silenced brow

 

Her cumulous wings shelter him

in protective sanctity,

soothing

nightmare’s screams no one else can

hear.

 

His hands, quiet now

rest at his sides.  Fingers

that bent the ink

and wielded a greater sword

lie

still.

 

Time presses urgently against the window

thunder gathers in rolling

warning

But still,

she quietly listens . . .

 

The furious sky threatens, spitting lightning

across the heavens, but

oh.so.gently

she caresses his ashen cheek

knowing

 

time

was only shuttering windows,

giving itself to arrivals and uneasy glances

toward restless stirrings along unwelcome shores

 

 

And a pitiless sea tugs at vistas of eternal  symphonies

Promised.

but she waits, holding one true accord aloft

offering . . .

 

But when Judgment arrives, it feasts on a torrent of snatching winds

ripping wings from her shoulders that

flutter away on the discord of rising tide . . .

 

Naked she, unashamed,

as her heart resigns and

Wonders

how it is to taste the wrath of the sea.

 

And he . . .  startled mind awakening,

           feels a fleeting chill of the ocean

as his fingers

begin to stir . . . 

 

for Mark

Reviews

[ShameemAkhtar]

Marvellous...

You left me picturing this guardian angel. My brain is so taken up trying to process this, that I am unable to add any proper comment.

Lovely.. :)

[Brandon]

i loved this whole thing, its amazing i got the feel that the girl was an angel and being great for helping him but his problems were too much and they tore her apart. and i just wanted to say how much i loved this line
Her cumulous wings shelter him
in protective sanctity,
soothing
nightmare’s screams no one else can
hear.

[Arthur Henn]

Oh, this is great... I see so much and feel so much of what is happening. (J) your words paint an image of death and me thinks of a dream overshadowing that of reality.

I see the passing of a loved one, a wife, maybe someone he had a deep affection for. She stands at his bedside to watch over him and the heavens of thunder open up to come with angel wings to bring him home. He takes one last breath to ride the seas waves, only to awaken of a dream, feeling the seas storm brush upon his cheeks.

This was wonderful (J)

[Desert Dreamer]

Like a gaurdian angel...I'm amazed at the wonders of your words inspired by a thunderstorm. Mythic and beautiful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

incredible writing...........a guardian angel perhaps? When I first started reading I thought of someone far away sending her love to a man, then I pictured a guardian angel saving him from the ocean. Lovely!

[Forest Green]

Speaking in superlatives this is incredible. Methinks 'Jill' has found her movement in moments trending toward the sublime, blending in the mix a shocking sense of reality that lights the sky of inspiration brilliantly, to be followed by the thunder of time's passing.
This is a lovely write with lines too numerous to mention that carried me away on the poet's wings. Very fine very; hinting of a lyric suspended in liquid animation.

Wonderful...!

[Ed Hart]

even thus, so pleased to see your pen in movement, and your words opening the vistas

[emmajoy]

There's such a protective longing in this tale, seemingly from a past when love meant eternal unselfishness, when a she would be the angel, the protector, prepared to give up her soul in order to have her beloved live. It's such a beautiful piece of writing but now I'm cold, empty of smiles, it's as if i've stood by what might have been a death bed but another person's heart has given out.

[Christie Moses]

This is really incredibly moving. A beautiful tale of giving pure love.